tomorrow im going to go to my apartment's office and tell them im leaving in 30 days. im going to phoenix first, and where ever the next job is from there. im going to miss tucson. its a magical city, so fun and full of culture.

also, overall/comparatively, the girls on this website seem cooler here than there, and thats a bummer.

atmosphere's new album "if life gives you lemons paint that shit gold" reminds me a lot of bright eyes' "lifted or the story is in the ground keep your ear to the soil" for more than one reason. reason one, they are both abnormally long titles for albums. reason two: every word seems very carefully placed and seems to have the ability to relate to a part of me that doesn't actually exist but that relates to a fictional part of me in my mind. reason 3: they are both 5 star listening material.

on a slightly related note: atmosphere is playing at the marque tomorrow night, and i want to go, but something about the general vibe at hip hop shows (even "underground hip hop") makes me feel slightly uncomfortable and out of place. everyone i know in town that might be interested is either working or going to see VGS tomorrow night. fail.

editors note: did you know that atmosphere has a video on mtv for his newest single? i did not, because i dont watch tv, but enough other people did that when i got to the venue it was sold out. im glad no one was able to meet me, because i would have been all embarrassed for dragging someone else through the motions of getting all the way there just to be told there were no tickets.

i enjoy having friends, but for the life of me dont remember how i have ever managed to make them. there is something about initial correspondence that drives me batty. probably just that i dont feel like i am very good at it, that lack of confidence is a real charmer.

ive been listening to MSTRKRFT's easy love way too much, that song is like an infection in my brain.

if i sent you a message today and it made you uncomfortable feel free to ignore it, im just feeling awkward and hung over, or feel free to respond with an escalated message of awkwardness. whatever works.